Episode 2

Melina

My mother always calls me Snow White, but don't be fooled, it's because of my white hair. They told me it's a genetic mutation, and I took after my great-grandmother and paternal grandmother.

But my white hair became the target of mean jokes from other kids in the pack. However, I decided not to bother my loving parents with it until I turned ten and saw all my classmates go through the transformation and I didn't.

That broke me; the few kids who were willing to be my friends drifted away from me to play with their wolf friends. I would stand at the edge of the clearing, hidden in the shadows of the trees all day watching them have fun.

When I turned fifteen, I decided that my place was no longer there. That I needed to reach adulthood and move to the neighboring city, no more pack, and no more wolf for me.

Until I turned sixteen, and after my parents threw a surprise party for me inviting the teenagers they thought were my friends, and none showed up, I ended up running into the forest that I already knew very well.

Between my screams wishing to leave there and my persistent crying, I began to feel something growling inside me. It was real, as if someone was talking to me in my head.

— “Hey, stop being such a coward and crybaby. You're so pathetic; I didn't know you needed me this much."

After hearing that, I feel my body contort strangely, my legs, arms, feet, and hands, my chest, spine… All the bones in my body began a strange dance, it didn't hurt, but they twisted and untwisted as if they were made of rubber.

From one moment to another, I was running on all fours, and a name howled in my mind: Havy.

— What is Havy? — my conflict was answered.

— “I am Havy, we are Havy. I am your wolf.” — she answers in my mind.

An emotion and despair take over me, the emotion for finally going through my transition and a despair for knowing that I am part of the pack, even if belatedly.

I run through the forest for hours with Havy in control. She is stubborn and determined, the white fur is beautiful, I see our reflection in the river, and I can say that my white hair no longer bothers me.

A week after going through my transformation, something happened that I was not prepared to feel. The rut. I was in my room; my parents had gone to have one of their picnics at night, and I knew they would only return with the sunrise.

I was lying on the bed playing on my cell phone until I began to feel my body heating up, and that heat went down and concentrated between my legs. Soon I felt my crotch swell and become wet, I began to question the reason for that until some howls outside caught my attention, and Havy wants to respond.

— No. This is not going to happen. Our life is not here, Havy. The sooner you accept that, the better for both of us.

I run to the bathroom and fill the tub with cold water. I tear off my clothes that are already sticking to my body because of the sweat.

But diving into the cold water doesn't solve my problem; between my legs it throbs and pulsates, desiring something inside, maybe a touch will solve it. I slide two fingers on my swollen spot and end up throwing my head back with desire.

I make circular movements there until something explodes from the inside out in me, making my eyes roll back and I relax for a few seconds inside the tub. I had to repeat the gesture several more times to calm the desire to find a male to do what my body wanted; it was difficult for me the first rut season.

I didn't know that everything would get worse over the years, until I saw myself at nineteen, and crazed with the rut to the point of chasing a wolf in the forest. I stopped in the middle of the way and returned to my human form.

My luck is that I always tie a small bag on my ankle and leave a dress there since I always end up without clothes after returning to my human form. I put on my dress and run to my late grandmother's house, my refuge during the rut season.

I enter desperately and throw myself on the bed, pulling my dress up desperately. I touch myself frantically and curse myself for the desire to have someone else there with me until I feel a scent numb my senses.

A bittersweet, honey with fresh herbs, something seductive and tempting pulls me, drags me to a sea of desire and lust until my blue eyes meet the black eyes of a huge black wolf in front of me.

I warn him to leave and not touch me. However, he refuses and climbs on the bed with what looks like a smile on his snout. He lay down between my legs and started licking there.

I lean back throwing my head back, the sensation of his tongue on my sensitive spot is unique, my pleasure soon comes making me almost howl as I moan loudly.

I insult myself and curse myself for liking that act. It was the first time I was touched there by something other than my fingers, and the sensation took me to supreme ecstasy until our eyes meet again when he raises his head licking his snout with my pleasure on it.

The world stopped; everything around us seemed not to exist, only the two of us there. What was happening? Why couldn't I look away? What intense connection is this?

That huge wolf smiles again and licks me between my lips finding my swollen sensitive spot again. I fainted exhausted after a time I couldn't count with him between my legs, receiving pleasure from an unknown wolf.

When I woke up, the night was already with me; he was no longer here, which made me think that maybe everything was an effect of the rut, hallucination.

My desire for someone of the opposite sex was so maddening this time that it made me materialize that wolf here. Now I need to return to my reality until the next rut drags me into the unknown.

Melina

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